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In the northern summer of 1982, having completed my masters in Sydney, I did the European tour, spending 3 months on the continent and 1 in UK. I started in Athens and ended in London. Tuesday, 14 September 1982. I took this picture of the boarding gate for the Concorde. Service at Heathrow, another thing that has passed into history. This is not the plane I boarded, it was a Thai Airways flight as I recall.
My road trip of Eastern Canada. Tuesday, 9 September 1986. Back to Rochester, NY. On her way out, M reminded me to lock up as I leave. Unfortunately I let the door slam with still one item of my baggage in. As luck would have it, it was the one with my passport. So I tried the landlady.
My road trip through Michigan, Ontario and Quebec in August 1988. Monday, 29 August 1988. I got up early the next morning and threw my pillow at the girls. Y-eyed and not in a mood to enjoy the joke. I cleaned myself and went downstairs to. Have a doughnut breakfast in the lobby. I read the morning paper while waiting. The headline of the day was an air show disaster in Germany.
My trip to Spain in 1993. Sunday, 30 May 1993. I arrived early at the bus terminal underneath Plaza de Colón. At the airport there was a vast row of check-in counters. Mine was the first flight of the day and I was the first check-in. Some passengers looked like they had spent the night in the airport. And so it was farewell to Spain for now. I would not be back until 2004 when I visited the Canary Islands, via Barcelona. Even with a month in hand, I had covered little ground. As I write this in 20.
Friday, November 14, 1997. I caught bus 86 to the airport and spent the rest of my pesos on a sandwich and a drink. We were a little late departing. A few hours into the flight, in the small hours of the morning, we had a refueling stop at Rio Gallegos. Was one of the pioneers in the opening up of routes to Patagonia, and his experiences formed the basis of his novel Night Flight.
My trip to Turkey in 2000. Sunday, July 2, 2000. I woke at 0500 and went up to the roof to watch the sunrise, and the still lit Aya Sofya and Blue Mosque against the daybreak. Then I went back to stretch the time until breakfast by reading the paper and doing my packing. Each room in the hotel had a poem. Mine was Listening to Istanbul. Will I get stroked after doing what this strange human wants of me? On the board. Where the hell was that? I had retained a 1 million TL note as a ke.